The Thought Comes In Seven Colours Poem by john tiong chunghoo

meditation
every cakra a realm
a different light
every stage is a realm
a different movement

meditation
every stage a different breath
the thought comes in seven colours
it is stationary
like a tree
ever ever peaceful
moving with the time
legless waiting to be legged
in its own realm of quiet
and serenity

the thought comes in seven colours
it is flying in the sky
with the birds
estatic as rainbow
seeking self sustenance
in tranquillity, joy and nirvana

the thought comes in seven colours
moving with the snail
one padded, ever so slowly
to where it can survive

the thought comes in seven colours
it is in the sea
reflecting the sky and the sun
to us; how many realms
one can go in and out
along the rigours of creation

the thought comes in seven colours
it is with the angel
moving from realm to realm

the thought comes in seven colours
in the ice, in the fire, in the rain
in the vapour that rises
in the clouds

meditation every cakra
is a world to explore
every cakra is a world
moving from movement
to the stationery
from time to the timeless
where the thought is at rest
for eternity